We were in Salt Lake visiting friends and family and listening to a church conference, so we decided to climb a mountain while we were doing it. My dad, Kessler, Shaylee, Kimberly and I set off for a climb of Kessler Peak (the mountain my son is named after) in the Wasatch Range.

We started near Donut Falls and chose the north route up. It was a bit challenging finding the start of the route, but once on it, it was easy to follow. Most of the route is a very steep old mining trail. Shaylee (six years old) had a bit of trouble with it (she stayed up very late the night before) and she fell a couple of times. We got a late start, but made the summit without stopping much, though we did stop a few times to make sure Kim’s heart is safe (she has a heart problem). After enjoying the summit we headed back down the mountain and Shaylee slipped on her bottom again.

It was a longer climb than expected and was a bit less fun than some other peaks in the Wasatch, though the views were great. We met one other person on the lower slopes of the mountain, but otherwise had the peak to ourselves.

1990's

May 1992 and one other time in the 1990's with someone showing us the mining stuff up there. I named our son Kessler after this peak (no joke).